One Second. The true story of the accident that caused my first round of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
"Creativity is healing." - Yours TrulyBrighten you day with color. Notice how your mind and body change with the process. Creativity changes brain chemistry. I don't need to read studies (though there are a few) to know how my mood changes when I sit and knit for 30 minutes. I know how playing in …
"With what price we pay for the glory of motherhood." ~Isadora Duncan American dancer, choreographer "Born on May 26, 1877 (some sources say May 27, 1878), in San Francisco, California, Isadora Duncan developed an approach to dance that emphasized naturalistic movement. She was a hit in Europe as a performer to classical music and opened schools that …
11. Seven weeks later you'll wander into your mother's guest room looking for something. Sitting in the alcove under the east window are nine plants. Wilted, dropping leaves, forgotten. Drooping with devastating disappointment. The flower gardens, the winter-tough deck plants, they've received your loving care since before your mom died. But these plants? Your mother placed them …
"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love." ~Washington Irving As human beings, it is in our nature to cry. "Emotional tears" (Hoyt; Science How Stuff Works; How Crying Works) are a built-in pressure release system for strong feelings such as sadness, anger, anxiety and even deep regret. Of course, crying can be an expression of deep feelings of joy or love as well. Being overcome by just about any emotion can cause the tears to flow. If we allow it.
Our empathetic presence can be the greatest gift in times of suffering.
My first love was not meant to last. It was meant to teach, to show me the way to meaning and purpose in my life.
Self-forgiveness may help heal the heartache of the "undone" in grief.
An excerpt from Dreamwork. A little girl copes with the loss of her parents and brother through storytelling. Her doll Mia is her audience.
A poem written in memory of early childhood, flying, and my brother who transitioned in 2002.